I'm off to Wyoming for a few days with my mom (aka the Rodeo Queen) to visit our relation Ava. Ava is ninety. She still can do the splits and she loves a quick trip to Wendover when the weather and the Lord permits.
Meanwhile, my column in the d-news today is about going up in a hot air balloon but I didn't mention the best part, which is that when I was dangling 11,000 feet above the ground, I got a text from my dad. My dad! Texting!
2 comments:
Okay, your whole family belongs in a picture book. The Rodeo Queen, The Texting Great Grandpa, The Aged Gambling Contortionist, The Adorable Lady in a Hot Air Balloon... And Ken. (Ha ha, just kidding, Bob. You could be Ken the Non-Jerk Lawyer or the character Bob the Woodworker would make a great puppet.)
that is just what my children did when I started texting....shock, shocked and shocking...but now with facebook and texting I can run relief society from my couch...very helpful when you have been wounded by a vicious dog. Enjoy Wyoming..it is the cowboy state.
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